If I go to sleep I'm one more day since holding you.
I'm one more day since believing in the dream of having you home.
I'm one more day to fading memory.
I'm one more day to holding the urn with your ashes.
I'm one more day since being told there was nothing they could do.
If I go to sleep I'll have to wake up and realize this is all a terrible heartache worse than any dream.
That I couldn't do my job as mommy: the saving, holding, raising, feeding, changing teaching and loving.
If I go to sleep I'll wake up and you'll still be gone.
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